When The Rains Come. - Poem by Neil Gray
My Landlord's screaming that the rent's overdue,
Serenaded by the sound of death from the early morning news,
And every day's a little harder just to pull through,
When you know the whole World's crazy
But there's nothing you can do.
Where do you hide
When the rain's come?
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